When you have acquired a taste for the dust,

and the scent of our first rain,

You’re hooked for life on Africa

and you’ll not be right again.

Until you can watch the setting moon,

and hear the jackals bark,

And know that they are around you

waiting in the dark.

When you long to see the elephants

or hear the coucal’s song,

When the moonrise sets your blood on fire,

then you’ve been away too long.

It’s time to cut the traces loose,

and let your heart go free,

Beyond that far horizon,

where your spirit yearns to be.

Africa is waiting – come!

Since you’ve touched the open sky

And learned to love the rustling grass,

the wild fish eagle’s cry,

You’ll always hunger for the bush;

for the lion’s rasping roar;

To camp out beneath the stars

and be at peace once more.

Author Unknown

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